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USELESS SISSY HUSBANDS by Throne
John squatted in the corner of the kitchen, wearing only a plaid
miniskirt and a sleeveless blouse, along with knee socks and saddle
shoes. The hair of his brunette wig fell to his bare shoulders and was
cut in bangs across his forehead. He cowered there, biting his lips,
while his gorgeous wife Lana sat at the breakfast table with her lover
Darren. The latter had on only boxer shorts, his fit body well
displayed. Her sole attire was a short robe, its belt loosely tied,
the front parted to half reveal her ample breasts. The seated pair were
savoring mugs of hot coffee and nibbling delicious bakery cookies. John
was hungry and the scents of drink and food made him salivate, but he
knew better than to ask for anything. His bride glanced at him with
amused condescension and said, "What's the matter, Jane? Have a rough
night last evening?" When the silent husband nodded, his meek
expression enhanced by a modest application of cosmetics, she snickered.
"Yeah," Lana said. "I guess that would wear you out, watching your
sweetie get laid by a real man while you had to hold the tray with their
drinks on it. I mean, it would if you're a sissy. Which you most
certainly are."
Darren told her, "You have to be understanding, honey. It must be
awfully stressful to see your wife enjoying a long thick cock, when all
you have between your own legs is a tiny thing that looks like a..." He
picked something off the plate between them. "... a ladyfinger cookie.
Hey, that's a good name for his little pee pee. A ladyfinger." Lana
thought his inspiration was hilarious. "I love it. From now on it will
be his ladyfinger." To her spouse she said, "Jane, that's how you must
ALWAYS refer to your baby dick. For instance, how does it feel right
now?" The submissive man licked his pinked lips and said in a wispy
voice, "It feels... twitchy. Sort of excited. I mean, my ladyfinger
feels twitchy and kind of excited." "Well," his wife said and then took
a sip of coffee, in no hurry. "Maybe if you're a good girl all morning
we'll let you play with your ladyfinger later on. Maybe, and I'm not
making any promises here, we might even let you make it squirt." With
desperation reflected in his eyes, John said, "Th... thank you, dearest.
I would love to be allowed to do that with my... ladyfinger." "Well,
you can show how hard you're willing to work to earn that reward by
going upstairs and straightening up the bed. Don't bother with fresh
sheets. We'll just be getting them all sweaty and cum-stained again
later."
When John got to the bedroom and saw the disarrayed state of the covers,
it gave him vivid flashbacks of the night before. He could clearly see
the pair on that bed, making an art of foreplay. The way they had
touched and kissed each others' bodies, stroked and nuzzled, had driven
him to distraction. If his wife hadn't discovered his mild interest in
being feminized, he would still be the one having sex with her. But she
had caught him on the computer, intently reading a story on his favorite
site, Storyphilia, and made him confess to everything. When he admitted
that he liked the idea of being forced to act girly and then being
dominated during lovemaking, she was intrigued. That very evening she
had put him into a pair of her panties. They had been a good fit on his
plumpish hips. She thought it was amusing that he could wear her
lingerie. When he tried to explain that he preferred keeping his
desires in the realm of fantasy, she calmly told him to be quiet,
assuring him that, "What you want is no longer important. Now that I've
seen what you like to pretend, I'm turned on by it. So we're going to
play, but it'll be by MY rules."
She enjoyed that she was pushing him past his limits. Lana put a heavy
coating of lipstick on his mouth and then made him use his tongue
between her thighs. He had almost never done that for her before, not
really enjoying it, but now he had no choice. She kept him at it,
giving instructions and making him take his time, while she got the
thrill of three shuddering orgasms. After that she never looked back.
He was cut off from normal sex, only occasionally being allowed to
finish in some humiliating way that she dictated, like masturbating
while in pantyhose, having to give himself pleasure through the close
fitting material. During those times she would taunt him about being so
girly. He would try to tell her that he didn't want it to be like that,
but his sniffling protests just got her more turned on. She would say
things like, "Poor baby. Or do you just get off on PRETENDING you don't
like it? Yeah, that's it. Well, I'll play along. Anything to make you
happy, doll face."
As much as she loved making him use his mouth on her, she still wanted a
cock, one bigger than his, something like she had enjoyed back when she
was dating. So she had gotten dressed up in a sexy outfit, telling John
her intentions, and gone out to a singles bar with her married
girlfriend Carly. Lana was attractive and kept sending out signals that
she wanted to be picked up. Several guys came and talked to her but she
put them all on hold. Not until Darren approached her did she hear
sensual music and feel invisible hands stroking her. She responded with
inviting smiles, suggestive comments, and then light touches on his
muscular arm. They went to his nearby apartment and had a fantastic
romp in bed. When she got home to John, who she had made spend the
evening in a snug girdle and heels, she couldn't stop talking about how
great her new lover was and how her husband's chances of ever regaining
his rights in the bedroom had just dropped to zero. John was
devastated, and yet her infidelity played into his fantasies. He hadn't
wanted her to cheat but, now that it was a reality, he felt himself
reacting. She got into bed and made her spouse give her a foot rub
while she phoned her date and gushed to him about how wonderful he had
been.
Now, as John finished straightening the covers and fluffing up the
pillows, he thought about how far he had sunk since all this had
started. Even so, the suggestion that he might be allowed to use his
hand on his little dick, shameful as that would be, got him aroused.
Unconsciously, he rubbed the front of his short skirt. He licked his
lips. Maybe really being dressed, the way he had so often dreamed of,
was actually beginning to appeal to him. He couldn't be sure. John was
so confused. His effort to sort out his feelings was interrupted as
Darren and Lara entered the room. They shared a deep kiss and then her
cell phone buzzed. She took it from her robe pocket and chatted for a
few minutes before ending the call. To Darren she said, "We just got
invited to my friend Carly's place. You remember me telling you about
her and her husband. She wants us to bring Jane along." Darren's thick
eyebrows went up and he told her, "Now that could be a fun evening." To
John he said, "And look at you, already dressed for a night out." The
feminized husband wanted to point out that he had nothing on under his
short skirt but he was too afraid of his wife's lover to say anything.
Besides that, he saw that his chance at playing with himself was
vanishing.
***
Carly snapped at her husband Frank, "Get busy, Frannie. I want you to
dust and use the carpet sweeper in the den. We're having company in
less than an hour." The short slender man stood there in only panties
with a bunny tail on their rump, a mini bowtie on an elastic band, and
pasties on his nipples, from which hung tassels. His hair had been
allowed to grow a few inches and was tied in twin ponytails at the sides
of his head. Standing behind Carly and towering over her, Steve
growled, "Do it, wimp, if you don't want to spend the rest of the night
with a dildo up your butt." Frank scurried off to the den while the
happy couple embraced and ran their hands freely over each other. When
the sissified man was done his work they made him slip his feet into
fuzzy slippers and wait inside the front door to greet their guests.
The bell rang and he shuddered at the thought of being seen by others in
his shameful outfit, but he let them in anyway, making a brief curtsey
to the physically attractive couple and the skirted sissy who followed
them with both hands holding down his hem.
The two pairs greeted each other effusively. Lana said, "I'm so glad
our candy-assed husbands are finally going to meet. It should be...
amusing." "Really," agreed Carly. For Steve's benefit she added, "When
you told me how you turned your guy into a wussy, I couldn't resist
doing the same thing to the loser I married... even though he didn't
secretly want it, like yours did." The butch guys got to know each
other, comparing notes on the cheating women they slept with, as well as
the ways they mistreated the cuckolded spouses. "But this'll be
something new, seeing what the gals make those weaklings do together."
John and Frank heard that and shuddered. It was bad enough being made
to look and act like swishes, but to have to do... what? ... with each
other would be even worse. The lovers got themselves drinks and headed
for the den, firmly ordering the foolish looking husbands to follow.
Once they were there, the drinkers got comfortable on two couches that
face the center of the room, which was where the girly men had to stand.
They made them strike poses and show off their shaved legs. Then Lana
said, "All right, girlfriends, show Darren and Steve why we have sex
with them instead of with you." "Yeah," seconded Carly. "Let's see
those teeny weenies." John had to lift his skirt and Frank had to pull
down the front of his panties. The seated watchers pointed and laughed
at the pair's inferior dicks. Lana said, "Jane, what's that itty bitty
thing between your legs?" He blushed as he answered, "It's my...
ladyfinger." That provoked fresh howls of merriment. Then John had to
flip up his skirt in back and Frank had to lower his panties in the
rear. They were made to move close together and rub their backsides
together. Both of them were shamed to the depths of their souls by the
forced male-to-male contact. John's lower lip quivered and Frank had to
blink back tears.
Even so, each of them felt a secret excitement. For John it was because
this was included in his cherished fantasy. It was something he didn't
consciously desire but there was a part of him that craved such disgrace
in front of others. For Frank it was the result of months of enforced
abstinence and constant brainwashing. He was desperately horny all the
time and had been partway convinced that he really did want to be
dressed girlishly and maybe even experience what was now happening.
Both of them hated what was going on but couldn't stop themselves from
responding to it. Their unimpressive penises grew into laughable
erections, which their wives made them display. Next they had to face
each other and rub their crotches together. John and Frank began
panting from pent up need. With no further encouragement they continued
their squirming contact. It wasn't enough to gain them relief, only to
make their frustration grow worse. Face to face, they had to witness
the lust in each other's eyes. It didn't make it any easier that they
wore liner, mascara and shadow there.
Darren said, "I think the fairies want to kiss each other." "They do,"
Steve insisted. John and Frank eyed each other's painted lips. Lana
said, "And they will, if they don't both want spankings." "Nice deep
kisses," Carly advised. The defeated men stood there trembling,
listening to the snickering from two sides of the room, and slowly
leaned their faces toward each other. Lipsticked mouths met and tongues
were thrust together while the audience of four cheered them on. "Go to
it, girls." "They're really loving this." "Touch each other."
"Frannie, reach under Jane's blouse and play with her nipples." "Jane,
give Frannie a bite on the neck. Leave a mark." The confused and
fearful husbands did as they were told, hating it but stimulated against
their wills. "What they really need to do," Darren decided out loud,
"is try seduce each other. You know, with hot talk." "You heard him,"
Steve said with a hint of threat in his deep voice. "Make with the
words of love."
John blushed as he said in a sweet voice but loud enough for everyone to
hear, "Oh Frannie, you're so pretty. I love your hair. I want to touch
it." Frank, making a sour face but forcing himself to sound sincere,
answered, "Yes, touch my hair. Play with my ears. And I'll... unbutton
your blouse." They proceeded awkwardly like that, but neither one lost
his erection. "Go on," Lana urged. "Touch each other all over."
"Right," said Carly. "And don't be shy. Put your hands everywhere."
The humiliated men knew what she meant. They reached down and fondled
each other's small endowments. The women opened their lovers' pants and
took out their much larger members, handling them expertly while the
sissies fumbled around. It went on like that for several minutes before
Lana said, "We can't let them toy with each other too long or they'll
both be squirting their little loads." "Really," Carly concurred. "And
then they'll think they have rights or something." "You know," Darren
said thoughtfully, "I remember a few times when I made sissy boys suck
me off." "You too?" Steve said. "That was always a kick. Might be fun
to do again. Like right now."
Lana stood and said, "You heard the men, girls. On your knees and crawl
over here. Our studs have what you've both been craving." "Exactly,"
Carly said and then snickered. "Come and get fed." The obedient
husbands sank to their bare knees and began to crawl toward the waiting
hard meat. The women gripped those prongs and wagged them invitingly.
John gagged. Frank choked. This wasn't what they wanted. Or was it?
They had been sunk so deeply into their sissy roles that they didn't
know what they desired anymore, or what their real orientation was. As
John arrived, his wife put her hand on the back of his wigged head and
aimed his mouth toward its goal. Carly took hold of both Frank's short
ponytails. "Let's go, Jane. Look how much bigger his is than your
silly little ladyfinger." "Open wide, Frannie. It's time for you to
become a real woman." The pair whimpered and sniffled but soon their
mouths had closed over the pair of rigid tools. Following instructions
from their wives, they began to lick and suck, working steadily but not
being allowed to rush. The participants wanted this to last as long as
possible.
"Damn it," Darren exclaimed. "There's nothing like sissy mouth." "You
know it," Steve said, breathing hard. "Especially when they're hungry
like these two cocksuckers." The women chortled at what they had made
their spouses into. They taunted them about how, once they had given
BJs, they could never be straight again. The action went on and on
until both BJ recipients were grunting and jerking their hips, on the
verge of cumming. Lana said, "All right, girls, back off those rods
until you have just the knobs in your mouths. Carly and I will stroke
them over the finish line. If they're not halfway down your throats,
you'll get their full loads, all that thick salty spunk, right in your
mouths, all over your sissy tongues. Won't that be tasty?" Around
their mouthfuls of cock, the busy husbands moaned agreement, desperate
to keep their brides happy, afraid that the females might encourage the
bulls to go even further. But it ended there, very soon, as the well
hung men both blasted, emptying their heavy balls into their sissy
receptacles. The cuckolds struggled to get it all down their throats,
felt it leaking out around their encircling lips, but at last they had
finished their disgracing task.
"Whew," Darren said theatrically. "That was one hell of a blowjob.
That Jane loves her work. What a slut." "Frannie, too," said Steve.
"I think the two tramps should give each other a long deep kiss." The
shaken husbands turned to each other and brought their used mouths
together, doing what had been suggested and using plenty of tongue
because by then they were so used to not only obeying, but trying to
anticipate what else might be required and doing it before they were
told. The wives laughed at the image of their spouses, looking so
feminine, with their lips locked, slobbering into each other's mouths.
The sissy cuckolds had definitely turned a corner and there would be no
looking back. "This will be cool," Lana said. "Now we can have them
going down on all four of us." "We can," Carly said, nodding. "Before
sex and after." The two couples were looking forward to all the games
they could play now that their sissies were so well broken in. And the
sissies themselves? They were looking to that future with a mix of fear
and strange desires. Lana said to her friends, "You know, I used to
think our sissy husbands were pretty useless, but now I can see all
kinds of ways we can have fun using them. All kinds."
THE END
(If you enjoyed this story, you might want to read some of my others,
including HE MARRIED NORA. Comments are always welcomed.)
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